money.
Ashley defended herself first.
“I only contacted a broker to get information.”
“About selling my house.”
“About what it was worth.”
“You sent photographs?”
She didn’t answer.
I suddenly remembered seeing her walk around the cottage with her phone two weeks earlier.
I thought she had been photographing the lake.
Bradley looked shocked.
“You told me you were just getting an estimate.”
Ashley turned on him.
“Don’t pretend you’re innocent. You knew we needed options.”
I watched their marriage crack open at my kitchen table.
Ashley looked back at
